Thursday, March 31, 2011
mirrors
Projects in progress..
I love making summer dresses! This one needs a zipper..and I was really hoping it would survive on stretch alone but no. Wait for more progress next week.
On an unrelated note sometimes humidity does amazing things to my hair.
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Thursday, March 24, 2011
technicolored
'Behind the wall there is a field of red snow. I had expected that to enter it would be forbidden, but Jean said no, walk about in it, as much as you like.'
~From "Paraguay" in David Barthelme's Sixty Stories
Friday, March 18, 2011
Foxtail
Hopefully the last set of gloomy photos for a while. The bright orange foxtail has been helping add some color to the white skies here lately. Maybe that was a good h&m impulse purchase after all?
Finished the dress, wearing it in the third photo though I realize you can't see it.. and that I'm being completely unhelpful..
Now on to dress 2!
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
City Trains
Some random photos from the last few days
I realized how much I miss trains in foreign cities; knowing where I'm going and not knowing where I am
I realized how much I miss trains in foreign cities; knowing where I'm going and not knowing where I am
Friday, March 11, 2011
Blurred spring start
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
Déjeuner du matin
Il a mis le cafe
Dans la tasse
Il a mis le lait
Dans la tasse de cafe
Il a mis le sucre
Dans le cafe au lait
Avec la petite cuiller
Il a tourne
Il a bu le cafe au lait
Et il a repose la tasse
Sans me parler
Il a allume
Une cigarette
Il a fait des ronds
Avec la fume
Il a mis les cendres
Dans le cendrier
Sans me parler
Sans me regarder
Il s'est leve
Il a mis
Son chapeau sur sa tete
Il a mis
Son manteau de pluie
Parce qu'il pleuvait
Et il est parti
Sous la pluie
Sans une parole
Et moi j'ai pris
Ma tete dans ma main
Et j'ai pleure.
~Jacques Prevert
Il a mis le cafe
Dans la tasse
Il a mis le lait
Dans la tasse de cafe
Il a mis le sucre
Dans le cafe au lait
Avec la petite cuiller
Il a tourne
Il a bu le cafe au lait
Et il a repose la tasse
Sans me parler
Il a allume
Une cigarette
Il a fait des ronds
Avec la fume
Il a mis les cendres
Dans le cendrier
Sans me parler
Sans me regarder
Il s'est leve
Il a mis
Son chapeau sur sa tete
Il a mis
Son manteau de pluie
Parce qu'il pleuvait
Et il est parti
Sous la pluie
Sans une parole
Et moi j'ai pris
Ma tete dans ma main
Et j'ai pleure.
~Jacques Prevert
Monday, March 7, 2011
And don't fall into any temptations while I am away.
I went to a high school theater competition on Saturday. It reminded me of how long it's been since I've last been to a play, I need to remedy this.
Photos from Saturday night in Lowell. Wearing thrifted jacket, Arden B t-shirt, Basic Editions button-down and self-made skirt.
I will post more pictures at some point to do the skirt justice. I made it a few summers ago out of jersey fabric. It's high-waisted, has a (functional) zipper across the front, and belt-loops.
Started reading Donald Barthelme's Sixty Stories. So far I'm very impressed with what he is able to capture.
Paintings by Mark Atwood :)
Thursday, March 3, 2011
I don't recognize you - I've changed a lot.
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
A thing is, according to the mode in which one looks at it.
The apartment. Wearing jacket from ebay, H&M t-shirt and leggings, thrifted Abercrombie & Fitch skirt, ASOS boots and gloves crocheted by a friend |
Waiting for the bus at South Station in Boston. |
Times square |
New York City. I love how in nyc I see more in one weekend than I normally would in months. Highlights of the trip (besides family and friends) included getting a cop to open a trash barrel, conversation and not so quality chicken late at night and an amazing flea market on the upper west side.
Creepy exhibit at the MET of a white room. It was a sterilized pristine white room with quaint Victorian looking furniture and mirrors. Perfect nightmare conditions. |
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